The summer it was smiling, all nature round was gay,
When Jenny was attending on Auld Robin Gray,
For he was sick at heart and had nae friend beside,
But only me poor Jenny, who newly was his bride.
Ah! Jenny I shall die, he cry'd, as sure as I had birth,
Then see my poor old bones, I pray, laid into the earth,
And be a widow for my sake a twelve month and a day,
And I will leave thee what belongs to Auld Robin Gray.